"Dogshit! Midnight you fucking bastard! Lost again you motherfucker son of bitch—!!!"
"Fuck, you Midnight damn mutt! Drop your location, coward! I’ll find you, I swear to God!"
"What the fuck! Everyone’s winning tonight, huh? Midnight, you piece of shit!"
"Damn, it’s Midnight again, huh. I’m fuckin’ dead at bro, 1000%.
"Die you bitch Midnight motherfucker! I’m gonna kill you! Die you bitch!"
Those desperate shouts and rage kept pouring in, flooding the chat rooms and ssage boards whenever Midnight showed up — precisely at the witching hour, past twelve, like clockwork. It was a phenonon people had long given up trying to explain
No.
It wasn’t because he cared.
He never gave a damn about what others said about him.
Even in the real world, he couldn’t be bothered with people’s opinions about his appearance or behavior. It’s just... he was curious — curious about how people saw him in the digital world. Did it match his expectations? But even then, he wasn’t exactly invested. he didn’t care what people said about him. Never had, not even in the real world. Comnts about his clothes, his hair, his awkward deadpan expression? h. He wore what he wanted, said what he felt like, and the world could deal with it.
Actually, it wasn’t curiosity, not really. It wasn’t even vanity.
No, it was sothing else — that itch you get when people talk about you behind your back, and you pretend it doesn’t matter, except you’re already opening the app to check what they’re sayin
His fingers flicked through social dia, scrolling with detached amusent.
@VirtualHeroes_Official:
"THE ANNUAL EVENT HAS ENDED! CONGRATULATIONS TO @4urMN_x FOR TAKING FIRST PLACE IN THE VIRTUAL HEROES COMPETITION! LET’S COMPETE AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"
He barely blinked at the headline.
Another empty headline. Another hollow trophy. Another aningless first-place title. Midnight couldn’t have cared less. First place, last place — it didn’t matter.
What drew him wasn’t the title, but the comnts flooding underneath.
Trophies were for people who had sothing to prove.
What he wanted... was sothing no one else could na.
What caught his eyes wasn’t the announcent — it was the replies piling up like bodies after one of his killstreaks:
@Kuro_Saki45:
"Goddamn it, Midnight wins again. Absolutely ruthless. Motherf*cker."
@16_xyz:
"Wait, didn’t he lose once in this comp? How the hell is he this consistent? It’s legit diabolical."
Reply to @16_xyz
@roxy_98:
"Sa. I’m starting to think maybe he threw that match on purpose."
Reply to @roxy_98
@16_xyz:
"Bet he’s smurfing on an alt account. Wouldn’t be surprised at this point."
A faint grin tugged at his lips.
Well, they always thought they were onto sothing.
And you know what? They weren’t entirely wrong.
But of course, none of them could actually know what was happening behind the scenes.
No one knew about the room.
The monitors.
The servers.
The little blinking red dots marking every player Midnight had ever beaten — and a few he hadn’t. And certainly, no one knew about the other two.
The ones with nas like "zero" and "blank" scattered across alt accounts.
The ones who only ever played once per ga.
The ones who vanished from the scene years ago.
The ones who, apparently, had decided to co back.
And as fate would have it — or maybe just so sick cosmic joke — they were gunning for him. Of course... he’d known this all along.
He closed Tweeter, switching tabs to his favorite VR survival ga lobby — Eden Code.
[Global Lobby Chat | Public Server | Survival Ga: Eden Code]
[22:03] SnakeFang69: BRO WTF WHO THE HELL IS 4URmn_X
[22:03] KawaiiDoor: ffs not again. lost my legendary in 5 sec. thought i was gonna win ffs
[22:04] xXReaperSimpXx: it’s that dude. midnight harbinger or smth. gg for him btw
[22:04] VelvetVice: You people still trying to fight that thing? lol i dont even know if hes real lmao
[22:05] BlueBarrage: rumor says no one’s ever seen him in voice chat. ghost player. maybe an admin plant
[22:05] Yuuto_Pierce: admin plant my ass. i swear he dodged my flashbang in 0.4 secs. IN A VR SIM. like wtf?! how. HOW.
[22:05] KawaiiDoor: heard he’s a chick irl ngl
[22:06] VelvetVice: nah. impossible. no way a girl’s that cracked and OP AF
[22:06] SnakeFang69: why’s nobody doxxed him yet smh just kill him
[22:07] BlueBarrage: rumor is the last guy who tried got kicked from the server... and his account got wiped along with his trackrecords
[22:07] SnakeFang69: Man wtf that shit is scary ngl
[22:08] VelvetVice: ykw? i’m kinda curious about him, her, or what ever tf they are
[22:08] SnakeFang69: nah dude, theres no way to find out about him
[22:09] ITisekaiIsTrash: u can try geoguesser ig
[22:09] MyConquestIsSea: lowkey y’all just bad. git gud
[22:10] LecCon234: blud their socd doesnt even have any photo. i already checked it
[22:11] VelvetVice: huh whats their socd? tweeter?
[22:11] LecCon234: ye. sa old shit with those 4urMN_x userna and shitty bio
Midnight chuckled to himself, as far as they were concerned.
That’s what made it fun.
Then ca the inevitable urban myth:
[22:12] VelvetVice: rumor is if u see midnight’s avatar alone in the edge zone at midnight... log off. or ur account’s gone next morning.
[22:13] Yuuto_Pierce: no cap. my buddy quit last week after a midnight match. won’t even touch VR anymore.
The laughter, or rather the subtle chuckle, didn’t quite reach his lips, but it was there — hidden behind that unreadable gaze, the faintest glimr of amusent that could be interpreted as nothing more than a casual curiosity.
A bit of fun in the face of his self-proclaid reputation.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a mont before he typed back in the Global Lobby Chat:
[22:12] 4urMN_x: "Curious, huh? Well, you’ll never find . But keep guessing."
The usual cycle continued. Players raged, theories continued to fly, lots of death treats, and Midnight... well, he continued to exist in the shadows.
As far as anyone knew, Midnight was nothing more than a myth.
But they didn’t know that Midnight was about to be dragged into sothing even darker, sothing beyond their understanding.
Because he wasn’t just a figure behind a screen. He was, after all, more than that.
He smirked, as he scrolled back to the latest Tweeter post about him:
@EdgeOfNowhere
"Midnight’s either an admin AI project, a top-tier pro testing us, or not even human. Deadass, no one’s that good."
And then, as always, Reddit had their own section of paranoia. He then went to check for what it was. Again, out of curiosity.
r/VRConspiracies
u/SigmaSlayer69
Title: Midnight Harbinger is NOT a player. Here’s my 100% proof.
Posted 2 hours ago
Alright, listen. Midnight has been playing since the beta test. Never speaks. Never shows up on voice logs. No confird friends list. Survived every permadeath event and limited-ti hell modes. Dodges fra-perfect attacks in VR sim latency conditions. The only logical explanation? Either a dev’s ghost account, an AI testing behavioral reactions, or — hear out — soone literally playing through neural enhancent tech that’s NOT on the public market yet. Think about it. Every big VR company runs secret experints. Midnight’s their poster child. You heard it here first.
I also have the proof for my claim below:
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Edit: and if this post gets taken down, you know what’s up.
Midnight chuckled under his breath. He then checked another post, this ti from another conspiracy-based subreddit:
r/GamingTheories
Title: Who is 4URmn_X? Midnight’s true identity?
u/DarkKnightX666
Posted 5 hours ago
I don’t know what to believe anymore, but I’ve spent way too many hours digging into this. Anyone else notice how Midnight just appears out of nowhere every ti? The dude doesn’t even have a voice chat, no profile pic on social dia, and he’s just crushing every single match without breaking a sweat. There are rumors flying that he’s so AI or a Ga Master’s alt account. So even say it’s a woman, which seems impossible, right? Because the guy’s just that cracked. But check this: there’s been more than one person who claid they were ’spooked’ by the guy’s tactics, saying it’s as if he already knew what they were going to do, like he’s reading their moves before they even make them. So say he’s using cheats, so say it’s just mind gas... but I think it’s sothing more. I’ve got my eye on him.
"That’s interesting." he muttered.
After having his final chuckle, Midnight leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting over the keyboard, still waiting for the next round of chaos to unfold.
Back to the ga.
Back to the hunt.
And as the clock blinked 23:59... he stretched his fingers, feeling that VR gear hum to life.
"Well, it’s ti for another slaughter."
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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